Married a Secret Billionaire

When Toph arrived at the Newhouse residence, the butler personally welcomed him and respectfully led him to Harvey’s art studio.

Harvey had been sitting there all morning, engrossed in painting. Toph approached slowly, unable to help smiling when he observed Harvey’s intense focus.

Harvey keenly sensed someone behind him and abruptly looked up.

“Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you!” Toph hurriedly waved his hands as if confessing to a mistake. “I… I brought the final draft of the illustrated novel to see if there’s anything you think needs to be revised.”

Harvey glanced at it briefly and grunted after a while, “Your work is already good enough. No need for changes.”

“Really?” Toph scratched his head. “But Aunt Maisie saw these last time and knew which ones you drew… Actually, I’m not as good as you in terms of artistic sensibility.”

“You’re being modest!” Harvey lightly scoffed, turning away to focus on his artwork. He still looked pale and thin, but there was a natural carefreeness on his sharply defined face.

He seemed indifferent to everything like he was detached from life and death. His deep brown eyes always reflected an inexplicable sense of sorrow.

“Ah.” Toph sat on the windowsill facing him. “Once this draft is submitted, my job will be done. Our collaboration has been pleasant!”

Harvey ignored him.

I wonder if you’re interested in continuing to

“Hmm?”

studio, right? My wife and I run it!” Toph grinned. “My studio is somewhat renowned, and my wife is even more talented. She’s sold quite a few IPs! If

“Hmm.”

Heh, I feel like we share a lot of similar ideas. There shouldn’t be any problem drawing together

“Hmm…”

saying ‘hmm’!

looked up,

didn’t mind his lack of response and

up his face. “Do you have nothing better

free, why don’t we have

eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated

paint each